Not too big. Not too small. For me, the Subaru Outback is just right. It was the guy at the rental car counter in Denver who first got me hooked on Subarus. I had reserved another category of car read: cheaper and the attendant said I had to take the Outback.
When he insisted even after I refused to pay the upcharge, I knew he must be serious. I was smitten from the get-go. I loved the look and the feel. And, I admit, I loved the fact that it was instant membership in a club that I really liked belonging to. Not the gay club β that one I was already in. The Subaru Club. Wherever we went, people asked about the car. Nope βI really did dig it. The Outback does just that.
I am often toting one thing or another around town, not to mention out of town β my dog Walter to the park, a tangle of Hula Hoops to Move Studio, or a car load of family to Fossil Rim where the zebras all but climbed inside.
And it even fits my new Slingshot SUP, which is pretty impressive, considering how long and wide the thing is. I like it to look good and run well, period. But I actually like driving my car now. Of course, once I got the chance to test the , I realized that I enjoy driving it even better than my I took the for a spin in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
The sand dunes were the ideal place to show what an outdoorsy monster she could be. It took me two tries, but once I was brave enough to really punch it, the Outback went right over the dunes like it was on pavement. Very cool. My was already user-friendly, but the is dummy-proof, ideal for drivers who will never be tapped to lap at Indy.
